Monthly Archives: March 2012

For the next few months, my mom is watching Atticus three days a week. I could explain the reasons to you, but what is really important is that Atticus is getting extra Grammy Time. He still goes to his school two days a week, and other than Monday’s meltdown (which was not repeated on Thursday), […]

Atticus has not yet thrown himself down any staircases. He pauses, slightly bent at the waist, at the top of the stairs. Usually. If he is looking. He can climb down using the railing, and he can scoot down on his bottom. But his preferred method is to wait, hand in the air, until someone […]

In a shocking turn of events, I have not had a lot of patience or attention for fiction so far this year. I was kind of kidding when I said that at the beginning of February, but it has turned out to be true. I keep moving the fiction further down my bedside table and […]

My sister-in-law says that her favorite baby stage is from 12-24 months. Here at nearly 15 months, I can see why she would feel that way. Our bright and active boy runs and smiles everywhere he goes. New words pop out of him every day. He is overcome with joy at the sight of books […]

I didn’t bond instantly with Atticus like some moms say they do, and I took our nursing relationship for granted as the easy way to build our closeness. Now that that is over, I am finding that I have to work a little bit harder to engage him and spend time with him. Atticus is […]

I am not a grateful person. For the past few years, I have written down good things. I sometimes miss weeks at a time, but the practice of writing them down has made it easier to remember what was good about each day. For that reason, I was interested to read One Thousand Gifts by […]

It has been a dark couple of weeks, hence the radio silence here. Not sleeping has really taken its toll, but things appear to be on the upswing. I thought about telling you that what was saving my life was finally finding something that helps me sleep. Better living through chemistry and all that. It […]

When I take a walk, I walk. I don’t stop every few minutes to investigate. I don’t pick up rocks in the parking lot. I don’t examine every stick. I don’t discard one acorn for another, then discard them both for a pine cone. If I notice a rock, it is only to kick it. […]